Luyện nghe bài hát JOY//Regrets

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Bow to the pages, that got through the
Pray to the Lord, and pray to be man everybody famous
blame us,
Never live this life to be aimless,
Eyes are amazing, I just wanna be so close where the is,

gon' play, when they running up state, and the guns go blaze,
always slay, when i think about the way, that im puffin on my haze

to me,
the blasphemy,
We just to breathe,
a plumped up bitch that's just mad at me,
They gotta spread rumors, a catastrophe,
Side eye to the and the Joe Blows,
You a thief and you go low,
Praying to the and the heathens,
The that wanna free us,
witted and you run a little, you no fun now, why you gotta be so brittle,
But you, little wrong for the mane,
I know you wanna but I feel your pain

Yeah we grew apart,
Yeah we always when it's two of us,
Yeah we never ever hang again,
You always fucken gone I need a friend,
Times when I never ever wanna it,
I don't score when I'm not needed,
You wanna dip your own reasons,
visualize all these old feelings,
Bitches to let go,
minded man and I said so,
Mane, die the beat, ride to the drums,
Sside a snitch, and you gotta lose my love,
to the battle,
to the battle,
Sick of all of the foolish, I'm rattled,
blood to all of those that diss us,
Rappers talk, but they playing up,
Wow this games got you fucked up,
Play the heat, stash all the drugs,
with a click, live for the night,
Find what you like, die for the fight,
Yeah,
But is scary,
Like that night you meant to tell me,
no fucks, not necessary,
I got too, try a be a

(BRAP, BRAP, BRAP)

Please pray to lord that I need Jesus (Jesus),
Pray to the poor, I need this (need this) please to fall your legions (legions),
don't die for the heathens (heathens),
Please don't die for the false, please help me to help you the most,
Please just tell me the hell I need,
Please just guide me to see

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Broken trusted like you on ice,
Knife in the back, everybody wanna yo life,
You said I would be trouble, you dead on right,
Stare at myself in the mirror and reflect on

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There's way too many to leave behind us,
Why do the reminders to find us,
every time I close my eyes, I feel it, I can conceal it,
I regret nights, with you yeah,
And them texts you lying ooo babe

Oh who the are we kidding,
It's a young city lifestyle that we livin',
But now I know,
Was this real or just for show?
I swear i hate feeling yeah